Final Deduction

"Okay. What I had got had made me decide that Jimmy had probably kidnaped himself, and he had killed Dinah Utley, and he was making monkeys of us. So I was stuck. I had to give in and say, please, Mr Wolfe, put your book down for a while and kindly permit me to tell you what happened yesterday so you can decide what to do. When you came down at eleven o'clock. You know how I liked that. I wasn't going to sit here on my rump all morning looking forward to it, so I went for a walk, and at eighteen minutes past eleven I heard a man tell another man that Jimmy Vail had been found dead on the floor of the library, where I had been yesterday afternoon."

I paused for dramatic effect. "So where was I? If Homicide hadn't already learned that I had been there yesterday in conference with the whole damn family, they soon would. Cramer himself might already be here ringing the bell. When he asked me what I was doing there, if I told him, I would be ditching our commitment to Mrs Vail, and if I didn't tell him, I would be in for a picnic and the least I could expect would be losing my license. It wouldn't help any to come and say, please, Mr Wolfe, even if you're not concerned kindly permit me to tell you what has happened because I'm in a jam. What could you do? I had to handle it myself, and I did. I went and did something you had told me not to do. I told Lon Cohen about the kidnaping. Then I came and saw that Cramer or Stebbins wasn't here, since there was no police car out front, and entered. Now you fire me and I go. Fast. One will get you a thousand that no one will find me before eleven o'clock tomorrow morning, the deadline." I arose.

"Sit down," he growled.

"No. Cramer or Stebbins may be here any minute."

"He won't be admitted."

"They'll cover the house front and back and come back with a warrant." I moved.

"Stop!" he bellowed. "Very well," he said. "You leave me no choice. I concede that we care what happened to Miss Utley and we are concerned. Report in full."

"If I'm fired why should I report?"

"You are not fired. Confound you, report!"

"It's too late. I'd be interrupted. The doorbell might ring any second."

He glared at me, then turned his head to glare at the clock. He made fists of his hands and glared at them, then used them to push his chair back. He got up and headed for the door, and when he reached the hall he roared, "Fritz!" The door to the kitchen swung open, and Fritz appeared. Wolfe was moving to the front, to the rack. He got his coat off the hanger and turned.

"Are the mussels open?"

"No, sir. It's only-"

"Don't open them. Keep them. Archie and I are going out. We'll be back for lunch tomorrow. Keep the door bolted."

Fritz gawked. "But-but-" He was speechless.

"If anyone inquires, you can't tell him where we are, since you won't know." He found the armholes of the coat I had taken and was holding. "Lunch at the usual time tomorrow."

"But you must have a bag-"

"I'll manage. Tell Theodore. You know what a search warrant is. If a policeman comes with one admit him, and stay with him. Archie?"

I had my coat on and the door open. He crossed the sill, and as I followed I shut the door. As we descended the stoop I asked, "The car?" and he said no, and at the bottom he turned right, toward Ninth Avenue. But we didn't reach Ninth Avenue.

Halfway there he turned right and started up a stoop of a brownstone the same size and colour and age as his, but it had a vestibule. He had used his vestibule to enlarge the hall years ago. He pushed the button, and in a moment the door was opened by a dark-haired woman with fine frontage to whom we had sent orchids now and then for the past ten years. She was a little startled at sight of us.

"Why, Mr Wolfe... Mr Goodwin... come in. You want to see the doctor?"

We entered, and she closed the door. "Not professionally," Wolfe said. "And briefly. Here will do."

"Of course. Certainly." She was flustered. I had been there off and on, but Wolfe hadn't; Doc Vollmer had come to him when required. She went down the hall and opened a door and disappeared, and in a minute Vollmer came-a sad-looking little guy with lots of forehead and not much jaw. He had once taken twenty-two stitches in my side where a character with a knife had gone wide enough but not deep enough.

He approached. "Well, well! Come in, come in!"

"We have come to impose on you, Doctor," Wolfe said. "We need a room to sit in the rest of today and beds for tonight. We need enough food to sustain us until tomorrow. Can you oblige us?"

Vollmer wasn't startled; he was merely stunned. "Why-of course-you mean for you? You and Archie?"

"Yes. We expected a troublesome visitor, and we fled. By tomorrow he will be less troublesome. We want seclusion until then. If it would inconvenience you beyond tolerance..."

"No, of course not." He smiled. "I'm honoured. I'm flattered. I'm afraid the food won't be quite... I have no Fritz. Will you need a phone in the room?"

"No, just the room."

"Then, if you'll excuse me-I have a patient in my office-"